Chapter 7
After hours of fucking, Sheila lay with her head on Steve's chest, listening to his deep, rhythmic breathing. Her eyes were closed, her own breathing coming soft and even. With her right hand, she idly stroked and toyed with the soft hair on Steve's stomach. She was almost afraid to lower her hand to his crotch, for she knew in doing so, his cock would more than-likely grow hard again, and she didnt know if her tender, bruised pussy could take on this stallion again so soon. Every muscle in her body ached with delicious throbbing as she recalled those crazed moments when she thought her sanity would leave her, as he pounded away, his huge, muscular frame crushing his cock into her like a pneumatic drill.
"Steve?" she asked dreamily. "You asleep?"
"No," he answered, his mind savoring Sheila's seductive, low voice, the feel of her warm fingers on his stomach, "Why?"
"Just wondered what you were thinking."
Steve chuckled. "I was thinking how I'd like to plow into your cunt again, but I don't have the energy to get up, much less get it up."
Sheila smiled, then licked Steve's chest with the tip of her tongue, rolling the taste of his salty body around on her lips. "You were great," she said, "the best."
Steve answered with a low moan, feeling her hot tongue swirling his chest hairs in ringlets.
"What do you do in Nashville?" Sheila asked.
"I'm known as a stable musician in the trade."
"Stable musician?" Sheila asked, amused. The thoughts of farm animals in a barn, singing and dancing, made her laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"Stable musician," she said, "you play in a stable?"
Steve laughed himself. "No, stupid," he said with affection, "I back singers. Play lead guitar, acoustic mostly. Big-name performers use the studio where I work, and I'm one of the regulars. Things were a little slow, so I went to California for a few weeks to pick up some extra money. Then I met you." He rubbed her shoulder, letting his hand trail lower, cupping her breast. "Ummmm," he moaned, "then I met you."
"Wow, that's great," Sheila said, opening her eyes wide. "Think you could get me a job singing?"
"I doubt it," he said. "I had to go all the way to California to sing. Nashville is full of singers, all would-be stars. They're coming in by the truckload, every day. Almost all of them go away after a few weeks, pretty disappointed and miserable."
"You didn't," she said, refusing to confront reality.
"That's true, I didn't," he said. "I've been there for almost three years, but I'm as close to becoming a star now as the day I moved there with Dave."
"Who is Dave?"
"My roommate. He plays drums. We grew up together."
"Do you work for the same company?"
Steve pulled her face up to his. "Boy, you sure are nosy. Why all the questions?"
Sheila felt embarrassed to admit that she, too, was one of the thousands pouring into Nashville, with dreams of fame. "Well, I do sing," she said, averting her eyes from his.
Steve exhaled audibly. "Who doesn't? To make it in the music business, as I've been told myself a million times, takes talent, stage presence, money and a whole shit load of luck; plus busting your ass twenty hours a day, begging anyone to listen." His voice took on a tone of bitterness and his face grew hard. "You've got to eat a foot of shit just to kiss someone's ass. It's a dirty, mean business, Sheila. You'd better go back home, if you know what's good for you."
"No, I won't," Sheila said with determination, the same determination thousands of others had spoken with.
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you."
"Believe me, I have no other choice. I cant go back home. Or rather won't."
"Why is that?" Steve asked, his expression puzzled.
"It's a long story," Sheila whispered, her memory scarred and still bitter.
"Tell me," Steve asked with genuine interest. "I'd really like to know."
Sheila explained the reasons for her quick exit with a toneless monotony. How she had almost been forced to marry Charlie, just to get away from an overbearing father. And then it was jumping from the pan into the fire. She told of Charlie's unbelievable cruelty, his unleashed anger when he was drunk, which was most of the time. How she had found a few stolen moments with a tender young man, and even those were turned into a nightmare she would never forget.
Steve listened carefully. He looked at this beautiful girl, so trusting and alone, and his heart went out to her. He felt suddenly protective and loving, to this woman he had known only for a few hours.
"Well, lightning may strike and you'll make it," he said encouragingly, not really believing his words. "Who knows?" he said, raising his hand in the direction of the ceiling. "Maybe someday I'll watch you on television, bringing down the house."
Suddenly Sheila seemed to realize the task she was facing. She wondered if she had the courage, or even the talent. And money. Steve was right on that score, it wouldn't take too many days before she was stone cold broke. What then? she asked herself.
"What's the matter?" Steve asked. "You go to sleep?"
"No, just thinking. Guess I'll have to get a job first thing and a place to stay. You know, I was so full of wild dreams, I completely forgot the unimportant things, like eating and a roof over my head."
"If it's alright with Dave, you can move in with us for a while. We could use a woman around the house."
"I'll just bet you could," she said, smiling.
"Who knows, maybe we could get you a job at the record company. Don't get your hopes up or anything, but something might come up, you never know."
"That would be great!" Sheila exclaimed, her hopes mounting. "I'll cook for you and clean, until
I get a job," she said, then added lewdly, "and suck your cock twenty times a day!"
"How about ten times a day for me and ten times for Dave?" Steve said laughingly. "Roommates always share everything."
"That depends on Dave," Sheila said coyly. "But wouldn't you mind?"
"Not if you don't," Steve said honestly. "And I know Dave wouldn't."
"What's he like?" Sheila asked.
"Oh, your average Joe. He'd fuck a pile of wood if he thought there might be a snake in it."
Sheila laughed. "Something tells me even if I don't make a career out of singing, I'll enjoy Nashville just the same!"
Steve pulled her on top of himself, cupping her ass-cheeks with his strong hands. "Hey, little lady," he whispered into her mouth, "my cock is just itching to be sucked, think you can manage it?" He licked her lips, wetting her mouth with his tongue, while Sheila opened hers to accommodate his sucking and grasping mouth.
"You bet," she moaned, "as long as you can get it up, you can count on me to get you off."
She pulled his tongue into her mouth, sucking and licking up his spit, enjoying the taste of his warm juices. She felt her own body tingle with excitement as the idea of sucking out his cum filled her tight pussy with twitches of delicious pain. Already she could feel his cock begin to harden and push into her belly. She gyrated her hips, rolling his dick around on her smooth, warm flesh, feeling his foreskin pull up and down against her navel.
As though she had slept for a week, her body was ready to take on this stud, and suck his guts out. She pushed his arms back over his head, where he placed his hands behind his neck. She pushed her pink tongue into his mouth, running it along his teeth and gums, sucking up his mouth. Steve opened his mouth wide, his eyes closed, feeling Sheila's tongue play with his own, in a cocksucking manner. She pursed her lips around the base of his tongue and sucked upward to the tip, and then back again, drinking in his spit.
Steve's body flinched with mounting pleasure as Sheila intensified her pumping, sucking motion on his tongue. "Oh baby," he moaned, "suck me!"
With a slow, gentle movement, Sheila pulled her head back, her mouth slipping away from Steve's tongue, and then began to lick his lips.
"You want me to suck your cock?" she playfully asked as she knelt between his legs, her hands on his waist.
"Yeah," Steve said, "suck it, you little cocksucker!"
Sheila lowered her mouth to Steve's hairy belly, and licked the flexed muscles, her tongue running up and down its hardness. Then with one quick movement, she grabbed his leg, behind the knee, and ran her lips along the inside of his thigh, her tongue leaving a slick, wet trail of glistening spit.
He moaned pitifully. "Ooohhh, Jesus, I can't wait, suck me!"
Sheila clamped one hand around his cock and grabbed his foot with the other. His cock was heavy and bursting as she gently squeezed the foreskin back and forth. She lowered her head to his foot, and placed his toes into her mouth. Pushing her tongue back and forth, she lathered up her mouth with spit, and ran the liquid between his toes, while she nibbled and bit with her lips. She pulled his toes in and out of her mouth, running her tongue over the arch of his foot and then back to his toes. She sucked unmercifully as she slowly but forcefully squeezed his dick with her other hand.
Finally she lowered her face to his crotch, her lips just inches from his almost exploding cock. Steve grabbed her face in his huge hands, and pushed her mouth against his cockhead, his legs embracing her neck. He squeezed his knees together as he pushed her face around and around his dick in a grinding manner.
Sheila pushed against his stomach, and buried her face into his hot, hairy crotch. Her tongue, wet and searching, licked and sucked the shaft of his ramrod dick as it pulsated against her cheeks. She placed her mouth on the underside of the hairy base of his cock and locked her lips on the sweet, hard mass of cum-filled iron. She swirled her tongue around the cum tube and gently nibbled it with her moist lips. She felt his huge bloated balls, hairy and bursting with jism, rub against her neck as Steve dry-humped her face. She flicked her tongue lower to suck and caress them with her mouth. She placed his balls in her mouth and hummed softly, rolling them around inside her jaws. She sucked and licked them, her hot breath blowing against Steve's throbbing cock, which was bouncing up and down against his stomach.
"My god, I can't take it!" he screamed. "You're going to kill me if you don't suck me now! Suck my cock, you fucking cocksucker, suck me off!"
Heedless of Steve's pleas, Sheila licked and stroked his balls, sucking on the huge orbs, blowing and licking them with her hot, moist lips. She ran her tongue down under his balls, sucking the area between them and his asshole. This caused Steve to thrust his hips upward, revealing his hairy, dark shitter.
"Suck me! Fuck me! Do anything to me, baby!" he wailed. "Oh, Jesus, suck me, you cocksucking little whore! Suck me!"
Sheila ran her tongue up and down the area of his crotch and asshole. She placed her hands under Steve's ass, kneading and squeezing the hard muscles, and gently spread his legs. She kissed and licked the opening of his shitter, her lips and tongue wetting the rim of the throbbing hole, while she scratched his ass cheeks with her fingernails.
"Suck my ass! Suck out my shit, oh baby, suck it good!" Steve yelled. "Oh, sweet Jesus, suck it, you ass-licking cocksucker!"
Sheila placed the tip of her tongue inside his asshole, and felt Steve's ass walls constrict with pleasure. Deeper and deeper she forced her tongue against the muscles. Thrusting her entire tongue into his stutter, she pursed her lips around the rim of his ass and sucked hard. She forced spit into the good-tasting meat, and then sucked it back out and into her throat. In and out she rammed her tongue, in a fucking motion, slicking up his ass, while she sucked and washed the insides.
"I can't take it any longer!" Steve screamed, pulling Sheila's face back up to his iron cock. He held her with one hand behind her head and with the other guided his cock into her mouth. "Suck it! Suck it now, before I explode! Suck my cock, you cocksucker!"
Sheila almost gagged as she felt Steve's monstrous cock slam into the back of her throat. As he pushed the back of her head with both of his hands, she felt his huge balls slap against her chin and neck. She pursed her lips around the base of his hairy dick, and pulled her face up.
"Suck my cum!" Steve grunted, his hands pushing harder against Sheila's head, his legs tightening around her neck.
She felt Steve's cock tighten to the limit as it grew boiling hot with cum. She pressed her lips down around the throbbing base as far as possible, her nose ground into his hairy crotch as the first fiery wads of cum spurted into the back of her throat. She gasped for air as Steve molded her face into his pumping crotch. He rolled over on his side, pulling her with him as he blasted globs of cum into Sheila's mouth.
The hot, sticky shots of jism filled Sheila's eager mouth as she sucked and swallowed the delicious, creamy wads, letting them slide down her throat like hot milk. Her mouth filled to overflowing as some of the white juice dribbled down the corners of her lips, smearing Steve's balls with sticky cum.
Moments later, Sheila felt Steve relax the grip he had on her head. Hie last wads of cum slipped down her throat as his cock began to grow limp. Yet she kept her mouth firmly locked on his dick, not to let a precious, creamy drop escape her demanding throat. She sucked his cock with a gentle massaging motion, rolling her tongue up the shaft, tasting the few remaining drops as they dribbled out of his cockhead and into her mouth. She then pulled her head back slowly, keeping her lips clamped around his cock as she raised her mouth around his wilting dick.
One last wad of honey-tasting cum was pulled out with her steady pressure. She rolled the sticky cream around in her mouth, against her teeth and the roof of her mouth, savoring the delicious taste, and then with regret, let it slowly slide down her throat. She sucked harder, with more force, wanting more and more, until she had sucked him dry.
"Oh, Sheila, that was the best suck job I've ever had!" Steve groaned, his body totally relaxed. "You're the best cocksucker in the world!"
Sheila groaned very loudly as she pulled his limp cock out of her mouth. She licked the cum off of his balls, sucking in every last drop. She ran her lips around his balls, and stomach, rubbing the slick spit and jism between her lips, then placing it on the tip of her tongue. She closed her eyes with pleasure as she sucked the juices between her teeth, and lapped them down into her throat.
"At this rate, we may never get to Nashville," Steve said, his breathing somewhat more relaxed.
"At this rate," Sheila said, sucking down the last drop of Steve's cum, "who cares?"